Thoughts to Words

Dear Buddy, He chose to be with her and ended those 10 years of our friendship. Am I angry with him? No, I’m not. Am I hurt? My answer still remains the same as the former one. If someone asked me these questions a few months back then I’d probably sound like a wounded soul to him or her. There’s teenage and then there’s a time when you meet maturity for real and realize how childlike some of the decisions you made at one point in time were. You must be thinking if I am not affected by him anymore then why am I still writing stories about him? Well, that’s because he’s been a great muse for the writer in me. Oh yes, this “friendship v/s love” conflict is conceivably one of the most famous themes for crafting stories and poems. I too am indulged in writing about the same clash right now. Believe me, crying yourself to sleep and then falling both mentally and physically ill is not a likeable state to be in. That pain you undergo when a hard hitting incident occurs in your life is iron

The shadow of my past clings on to my night. It’s piercing dreadful moments into my mind, I’m entangled and I feel smothered- It laughs like a monster and orders me to cry. This isn’t the first battle. I’ve lost count of every attack with time. Don’t you worry, I’ll be set free; It unties itself, when it's gratified by my pain. The shadow loosens its hold as I surrender; Little by little, it sinks into my tears. It's morning and for the world out there- Before you fathom out anything, I'm smiling. ©songbriti

Media's busy with sensational reporting. Hashtags on social media are trending. The verdict on the convicted rapist is made, He's finally going to stay in jail. You think it's all done? Haha, sweetheart it's India- Where there's exclusive diversity, But unity has gone down the drain. Even after 70 years of Independence, We still don't know what's 'development'. Supporting a rapist and burning places? Shattering peace for the sake of blind faith? Welcome to my country 'Incredible India'- I've finally learnt what's *sarcasm intended*. God bless my motherland, I don't know what else to say! ©songbriti

Your voice still lingers in my ears, Even after five long years. I'm trying hard to manipulate my emotions, And keep my heart away from commotion. You seeked lifetime commitment, While I wanted to live in the moment. Our perceptions were different, So, at last you gave into my preference. My diary is still messed up with your story. You can celebrate your victory, For you were right that I'll regret my decision, When I realize I love you to infinity. ©songbriti

You're holding on to me so ardently, What if we slip away from each other's destiny? Staying together is undeniably blissful. Nevertheless, I just want you to be careful. Every moment which now seems golden, Might leave wounds in our hearts, If one day- Both of us have to walk alone, Down that never-ending memory lane. Our forthcoming days have no surety. The "if" ,"may" and "might" are my insecurities. For this isn't some fantasy. And there's always a realm of possibility. You've all the liberty to co-write our story, Erase my fears and fill it with serenity. If I'm at the verge of letting go, Will you be persistent and hold on to me? ©songbriti

My room is dark, I can hear the dogs bark. The candle on my table waits to be lit, The sound of my footsteps are evident, As I walk on the wooden floor. The candle light has spread its glow, I allow my finger to play with the flame, It's time for me to hit the bed; I blow off the candle, and it's 12a.m. The reminder on my phone- Displays his birthday. My heart is outsmarted by my mind again, I know, I'd told him that he was free to go. Wait, don't blame me! It's my ego! It's 2a.m. now; I'm sleepless and restless. I switch off my phone, And pamper my ego yet again! ©songbriti

Dear India, There are times when I feel like running away from you. When I think escapism is a perfect solution to stop cribbing about the problems existing today. Yet, when I recall those history lessons from school, I imagine how I'd just be a slave to colonialism even today, if the freedom fighters lost their patience just like me. I wonder, if I'd even be able to write what I'm writing right now. I do get frustrated when I read news related to political corruption and infinite rape cases. On the contrary, I always have a delightful smile on my face when a fellow citizen sets a world record and creates history. The aspiring writer within me felt this urge to let you know that no matter what I think or what I've scribbled randomly in this letter, I LOVE YOU INDIA and I'm proud to be a part of you. Your daughter, Songbriti

I've watched many superhero movies as a kid, but the stories grandma told me about our freedom fighters will always be my inspiration. ©songbriti

It's a freezing cold night, You must be awake and vigilant. The commitment you've made- Deserves all my respect. But my heart stands still, Everytime the phone rings. Your dauntless bravery, Protects everyone in the country. You're a warrior and I'm your soulmate, However, I confess that I'm not fearless. If our story wasn't scribbled in God's diary, Then I'd not tremble at the thought of death. ©songbriti

I died the day you killed my identity. You transformed me into a perfect being, Only to boost your ego daily. I stand here reminiscing about my reality, As you're engaged in yet another conspiracy. I've abhorred any form of dishonesty, But here you are, entirely fabricating my story. Those rewards on the shelf look lovely! Don't they? You've played every move so well, Believe me- You've created the epitome of bloody hell.

Go ahead and take the leap, For it's high time you don't weep. You might find it difficult to sleep, As your thoughts are immensely deep. Those positive vibes are in your team, So, empower your self esteem. Immerse your heart in the passionate stream, Remember, you are born to achieve your dream. ©songbriti

I'm trying hard to protect my inner peace. I'm feeling emotionally challenged everyday. I know I'm capable of thinking rationally. Yet I need someone to listen to me. "Mom, I need to see a counselor.", I say hesitantly. I recall how she always called the doctor, even when I'd a slight fever. And today, she walked away when I really needed help. "Depression doesn't exist for real", she claimed! That's probably why I've put on my "I'm perfectly fine" mask again. If only she could realise the vitality of mental health. She'd never call me "lazy" or "aimless" ever again.

Waves of timelessness, Plethora of memories- Sea-shells accompany the shore, Connectivity reincarnates.   Bondage eliminated, Freedom gained. Illusion of attachments. Connectivity reincarnates. ©songbriti